In which Lady Bracknell prepares to shuffle off this mortal coil
The surgery being one of those modern affairs housing a variety of medical professionals (most of whom appear to be related to one another, coincidentally), Lady Bracknell spoke to her third doctor in as many weeks.
Generally speaking, Lady Bracknell would list this gentleman as her favourite at the practice. In her experience, he does not assume that his patients are wholly ignorant of their own complaints, and he displays an unusual willingness to listen to what they have to say and to frame his comments to suit his understanding of each patient's intelligence and personality. However, readers may judge for themselves whether the comment reproduced below was well-advised.
Having received some bad news in relation to the damaging effects of her long-term use of anti-inflammatory painkillers, and the unwelcome conclusion that she will very probably, in the immediate or near future, need to eschew them in favour of opioids, Lady Bracknell (whose character is such that that, regardless of her interior distress, she would always tend to react in a jocular fashion rather than to weep, wail and rend her garments) replied that she has long been aware of the strong likelihood that her pain meds will be the death of her.
To which her doctor's immediate rejoinder was,
"Well, unless the diabetes gets you first".